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Days,
weeks
and months passed,
But Napoleon carried his own concept of time.
He slept when the sun was up at long last
And when the stars shone,
he conquered crime.
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With his knife,
he roamed the streets
And waited.
For a nervous woman
carrying a blanket,
For a panicked father
armed with a basket.
He sought them out,
Hoping they wouldn't blackout,
And when the time for their end
came about,
he stood
and he thought.
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He thought of his parents,
leaving
when they thought him abhorrent
He thought
of the priests' long nails,
their thrusts a torrent
And then,
He drove the knife
through their sinning
hearts,
And to all the screams,
he was indifferent.
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Napoleon
Poetry❞he swore he'd let her kill him a million times and a million more before he laid a finger on a single thread of the dress she wore.❞ [©2016PO]
